Chapter Eighteen: Turning Calamity into Good Fortune

  The sharp cry of the autumn daughter continued to ring in my ears, she still unwillingly wanted to break out of the net, but ultimately it was just a futile effort. At this time, the yin energy gradually dissipated, and the yang energy gradually became stronger, which was a kind of consumption for her. Moreover, Jiang Quan was a full-force strike, setting up the Four Symbol Absolute Killing Array, showing no mercy.

  "Lingling, Three Pure Bonds Ghost Rope!" Jiang Zhun's reminder suddenly sounded in my ear.

  I hastily opened my eyes, pulled out the rope from my waist and threw it upwards. The Three Clears Ghost Binding Rope didn't need my spiritual energy to activate it, it automatically wrapped itself around the ghostly aura.

  Qiu Niang was now in a much more wretched state, the talisman having dealt her immense harm. Her originally delicate and charming face had turned ashen, with exposed skin showing burn marks everywhere.

  She was tightly bound by the Three Pure Ones' ghost rope, falling to the ground, still struggling reluctantly. The mist on her head kept changing from black to red, and her lip color gradually changed from pale to blood red.

  "Terrible, she's turning into a fierce ghost!"

  There are three types of ghosts. Those with white mist on their heads are benevolent and generally won't harm people, like the old man I met in Xingfang Street before. Another type is malevolent ghost, which still has a few points of consciousness but does evil deeds, just like Liu Quan. The last type is vengeful spirit, whose mist on top of their head turns from black to all red, losing all self-consciousness, and their skills greatly increase!

  I gritted my teeth: "No way, can't let her get away with it!" I couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and the next instant, I pounced on her.

  Good grief! You're going to be crushed to death by this old lady!

  At the same time, I exerted all my strength to break through the seal on my body and finally managed to extract a bit of spiritual energy. As I pounced on Autumn Girl, I slapped it squarely onto her Qihai Zhenzhong acupoint without holding back.

  "Shu Ling!" Jiang Zhun shouted loudly.

  Qiu Niang was slapped by my palm of spiritual energy, spitting out a mouthful of red mist that precisely sprayed onto my face. Immediately after, I gradually felt my consciousness becoming heavy, and the only thing I could think of was - this time it's big trouble.

  This lipstick mist is Autumn's deepest resentment. After spitting it out, Autumn is completely finished. But... I'm also finished.

  I lay on top of Qiū Niáng, and due to the effect of the Three Pure Ones' Ghost-restraining Rope, Qiū Niáng's soul began to materialize. My face was pressed against her two mounds on her chest, and I thought to myself: Does this count as dying in a warm and gentle land?

  At that vague moment, I suddenly heard Qiū Niáng sigh and whisper in my ear: "Girl, don't easily give away your feelings."

  I cursed under my breath: I won't believe you even half a word from now on, and I'll change my surname to yours!

  Finally, he fainted with satisfaction.

  When I regained consciousness again, my head was dizzy and Autumn's voice kept echoing in my mind.

  "All worldly loves and hates, emotions and resentments, and sufferings originate from one's own mind. If one's mind is guarded, then all things will be free from disturbance."

  Cut it out, stop pretending to be something you're not.

  "Although I have lingered in this world for decades, in the end, there is only one person who has truly been harmed."

  Hmph, stop whitewashing yourself.

  "Although you and I are enemies, I still want to remind you that love is a poisonous dagger through the heart."

  Get out, don't try to get close to me.

  *sigh*...

  De, a sigh with three turns of tone.

  The voice in my mind grew fainter and farther away, I felt a slight itch in my ears, moved my fingers, but felt like there was something heavy on my hands. With difficulty, I lifted my eyelids and turned to look around.

  At first glance, wow, what a big head!

  The second glance, isn't this fellow Jiang Zhun?

  The third eye, he fell asleep on the edge of the bed?

  As soon as I moved, Jiang Zhun suddenly woke up with a start. He jumped up and shouted loudly: "Doctor! It's time for the injection!"

  "Cough... Jiang, Jiang Zhun..." I croaked out in a hoarse voice, weakly shouting once.

  Jiang Zhen lowered his head, only to find that I had already woken up. He hastily came over, first stretching out his hand to feel my forehead's temperature, then let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, the fever has gone down. How are you feeling? Is there anywhere else uncomfortable? Are you hungry? I'll go buy some porridge for you."

  I closed my eyes and couldn't help but laugh: "Senior brother, senior fellow disciple, big brother, if you're like this, I'll think I've contracted a terminal illness."

  "Don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Zhun said sternly, then continued, "You've been unconscious for four days. Your roommates have all come to visit you. I told them to go back to class and asked for leave on your behalf. How are you feeling now?"

  I first tried the spiritual energy inside my body, although it was weak, but it flowed smoothly. I put down my heart and smiled: "It's okay, we are soul hunters, born with strong recovery ability."

  "That's good, that's good." Jiang Zhun finally felt at ease.

  I suddenly cried out: "Oh no!"

  "What's wrong?!" Jiang Zhun hastily asked.

  I looked at him: "Aunt Shen..."

  Jiang Zheng stared at me blankly for a while, then suddenly leaned forward and hugged me, resting his head on my shoulder. He remained silent for a long time before finally exhaling and smiling: "Auntie is awake now. Xianxian, thank you."

  I gazed at his clean and refreshing profile, the tip of his nose filled with a dry and fresh masculine scent, my heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. "You..." I was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head, his hands propped up on the pillow, his smile flashing before my eyes, making me forget what I wanted to say.

  Jiang Zhun opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something. Unexpectedly, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a woman's voice came in: "Jiang Zhun, Xiao Shu woke up...... didn't...... ah......"

  My face suddenly turned bright red, and Jiang Zhun had already stood up from me. He straightened his back, looking at the newcomer with a calm expression: "Auntie, why are you out of bed?"